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The living room is on Then off, Crackling between death and taxes. The budgerigar is ominous, Fat with the swallowed baby. The radio captures my pulse And tutors me. Item: cotton is compulsory And pink underwear forbidden. Item: my carbon tax is funding Earplugs for the sun. Item: the mosquito has vetoed the stem cell And the hipbone will soon be downsized. To me it's blancmange. I can't make it marmalade. And, in any case, I don't have a knife. It's been coming at me for some time: The realization: The options have vanished. In their place, Stale donuts Creviced in the bruised blue appointments, Jammed in the circular wounds. It's not new news. I've known Ever since the eyeball vultured. When the walnut fractured, I knew I was no longer immortal. It happened, happens, goes on happening: It's not new news But it's escalating. Life's cookie crumble Is under attack. The precious moments of stability Cannot sustain their O-rings. The milk creams into my coffee And the radiation meter swings Dizzy with the impetus of scaffolds. The ricebubbles short circuit. My fractured teeth Are eating electricity. My lips sample the tomato And the vacuum cleaner Leaps for my sputum. And then The flexibility of statistics Fatigues into sanity. My condition Captures my pulse. From Complications of smoke, From The froth of possibility, Desiring potential Lapses from the aurora: Fails, and yields To the mashed potato of certainty. My footsteps walk to the windswept beach, And the light of breaking waves Encases my feet - And then it's gone. Beach, gulls, breaking surf. A vanishing act. And I'm flat on my back, Flat On the white of the white bed With the needle Feeding my blood supply, Inculcating reality. |
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Author's note: this is a poem about the stability of perceived reality being undermined by the impact of the undeniable realization of mortality. A poem about reality destabilizing, becoming labile, then, eventually, settling into a new pattern.
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This poem THE PRECIOUS MOMENTS OF MY MORTAL LIFE was first published together with the accompanying notes when posted online by Hugh Cook on 2005 May 7 Saturday. Poem and accompanying notes Copyright © 2005 Hugh Cook.
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